[h3]Hunter's Clinic, somewhere in Yharnam[/h3]
The hoarse man shot a critical look at Farren as he walked by, displeased with him only carrying one sleeper, but did not say or do anything to voice his displeasure nor stop Farren from leaving.
Stepping through the doorway, Farren would finally get a good look at the room beyond what marked the limit of their world since their awakening. What served as the reception area of the clinic was quite a bit smaller than the back room, though still quite large for a clinic like this; still thirty meters long, with the doorway sitting right in the middle, but only ten meters wide. On the opposite wall, just ten meters from Farren, was a second open door past which he could see a cobbled street partially lit by the orange-tinted light of a setting sun from the left, though also partially cast in shadow.
In the distance down the path outside the door, probably still a good hundred meters away or more, a lone figure was approaching in a steady jog. It would be difficult to discern details from this distance, but it would seem as though the figure was clad mostly in white, with a gleaming silver implement in its right hand and some kind of elongated firearm in its left.

Aside from this first glimpse at a world outside the clinic, the reception was a mess. To Farren's right were several desks, tables chairs that had been overturned, stomped and torn apart, with papers scattered everywhere, inkwells shattered and their contents staining everything. To his left were a couple of heavy glass-and-wood cabinets that had been knocked over, scattering shards of glass and conspicuous puddles of red liquid over the floor.
Much more noticeably and surprising, especially given the otherwise complete destruction of the room, was an unusual sight right in the center of the room, a mere five meters directly in front of Farren: a thin, makeshift wooden post spouting directly out of the floor. It was not straight, but was weirdly segmented so that the first part of the post leaned off to the side, before a second part – attached to the first with string – leaned strongly in the opposite direction, so that its tip ended right above its base. And from the tip of this top segment hang a simple glass lantern, dark and lifeless, but remarkably untouched by the destruction that had been visited upon everything else.

Quite noticeably, there were also several Messengers in the room. One sat right at the base of the strange lantern-post, eagerly trying to beckon Farren toward it.
Much closer to him, just a meter or so inside the room and to his right, sat another two Messengers with what appeared to be a rolled up piece of parchment between them, held forward as if presented to him.
Off to his left, among the debris of broken cabinets, another two Messengers sat within a couple of meters from each other. One, the closer of the two, was pointing at what seemed like a slightly bigger pile of shards among the destruction. The other sat right up against the leftmost wall, on the floor where the cabinets would probably have been standing before they were knocked over. It was waving one hand in the air as if to attract attention to itself, while pointing at the floor with the other.